Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.